Stand Back to the Circle

Stand back to the circle
The fog in the nest… knock on the doors…
Light from behind is printed in eyes.
What is my? And what is yours?
In circles around…I want inside.

I am a ram. And I am locked up.
Immobilized, stream carries me.
So the door is open but I don’t know how.
After all what was dependent on me?

Can my actions make me feel proud,
If the bones are in the crowd?
How, How..
circle.. circle… Circumstances. How?

I weave my net, stand on someone else's.
Interlacement, the yarn of the fates.
Coincidence, plans are searching consensus.
What force does open the gates?

Domino has lost beginning.
To the circle I am back.
I am - I and my
circle… circle… Circumstances.